Sigh.

A letter from my parents today:

Our dearest darlingest Lavender,

What has happened to you!? Two detentions! Potions! Young lady, we WILL make you come home during holidays if this keeps up! I raised to be a quiet, vacant girl. Quiet, vacant girls do not get detentions, EVER! They are never tardy, they never talk back, and they are ideal brides.

You will be getting married the week after graduation. You'd better not have gotten any fatter, or you'll look like a bloated toad on your wedding day, and that sweetheart Zabini boy won't want to share his bed with you.

Love,Mother and Father

PS. Lancelot has passed away. We are getting another owl and leaving him in a box on your bed so you may bury him when you come home. I know he was dear to you.